New release sample: DAWN OF THE LIVING PROOF

Telling about the little encounter didn't take very long. Taking it apart detail by detail and speculating and comparing with old folk tales and things Maurice could remember from lessons in his childhood took us the next three hours. I knew Mum and Pop wanted to ask Maurice about the kind of lessons a Fae child would have to learn, and anything he could share about the Fae Realms equivalent of the boogieman. They just made little notes in their ever-present notebooks and kept the conversation on the topic of my particular boogieman.

Angela was unusually silent, meaning either she didn't have any information to add, or she felt now was not the right time to tell us what she did know. Or maybe she needed to do more research. We were discussing the whole vampire concept of being unable to enter without a welcome when Kurt and Jane came back. They had something interesting to add, and just reignited the whole oogie sensation in my gut all over again. 

They had been inside the Ghost field when I gave the doppelganger a hard mental punch in the chest. That spot where I hit it had given off a purplish glow among the red trail of energy the doppelganger left behind when it fled. As they chased it, the purple faded to green and then brown, like a bruise. As the colors changed, and going by the analogy of a bruise, as the doppelganger healed, it moved faster. Kurt and Jane had stayed back, just keeping it in sight, hoping it would lead them to its nest -- bad mental image -- or to the place where it had come through into Neighborlee.